That Time of Year

I went to Wal-Mart today to get those new shrimp flavored cat treats (which are very extremely popular), some light bulbs, and to replace the now dead paper-shredder.

After I paid for everything and headed for the door, there she was: the receipt checker. I don’t know about you, but down here in Florida this only happens during the holidays. I didn’t pay her any mind and headed outside, but she called me over and asked to see my receipt.

Me: “Sure, show me your FDLE (Florida Dept. of Law Enforcement) certification and a properly executed search warrant, and I’d be happy to.”

Her: “Ummm….”

Me: “See, I’ve paid for this, and now it’s mine, and I decline to let anyone search it without proper authorization.”

Her: “Go on ahead, sir, and have a nice day.”

Me: “You too, ma’am. And by the way, you’re putting yourself in legal jeopardy by doing this, and you should tell your managers to not make you do this.”

So that was my day. How was yours?

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